Victoria Chwalek
Stories (2/0)
The Ghost Nina
I remember her fingers the most. Their bony spider dance webbing threads into needles at the window where I first saw her. Dancing, dancing, dancing their spiderly dance. Transparent and terrifying in their pursuit. I would often see her at that window and I would often try to follow her in my mind into the dark dampness of her concrete cage. Did her spider fingers crawl into crevasses and lips at night? Did she sleep soundly? What kind of nightmares and torments and hopes and fears did she harbor? Where did her mind travel to when I was not around to witness it?
By Victoria Chwalek3 years ago in Horror
The Ghost Nina
I remember her fingers the most. Their bony spider dance webbing threads into needles at the window where I first saw her. Dancing, dancing, dancing their spiderly dance. Transparent and terrifying in their pursuit. I would often see her at that window and I would often try to follow her in my mind into the dark dampness of her concrete cage. Did her spider fingers crawl into crevasses and lips at night? Did she sleep soundly? What kind of nightmares and torments and hopes and fears did she harbor? Where did her mind travel to when I was not around to witness it?
By Victoria Chwalek3 years ago in Horror